after writing for a few hours i look up from my computer and this is what i see.
that’s normal, right?
What’s the price of Entertainment? Kevin’s money saving plan could also save you time and heartache, in his opinion.
How much is the price of entertainment? I’m a 26 year old guy, working in an ok paying job with full time hours. I do alright for myself. Rent’s always on time and the bills are…
"Nothing good comes from discouraging an artist" Kevin Smith (Kevin Smith: Burn In Hell)
That posting is missing a good few Tarantino had a lot to do with including True Romance.
"Normal kids in their teens want to go and date girls and do mischievous things … but I stayed in my bedroom in search of something." — Grandmaster Flash
Everything in life has turned to a visual representation. The modicum of words we struggle to type is damn near always prefixed with a hash tag or an acronym.
Everyone has a voice, an opinion and a medium of expressing themselves but we choose to reblog a picture of tits with such vigour and enthusiasm so much that we convince ourselves that’s what we want to see.
When the reality is that we just do it because all the other cool kids are doing it. I’ve seen the same picture of the same girl in the same suggestive pose and I’ve had the same reaction every time. I’m I enthused by the Ramon Flowers-esque portrayal of the mysterious girl with colourful hair.
Tumblr in a phenomenon in which the world is our own clichéd oyster in which we can post our own unique views. Be they controversial or so common that you have probably heard them all before, people still want to listen
Society is slowly becoming more self involved, a mass of people who value aesthetics over personality. It’s about the beard your grow, the tapestry that is your torso and all those who contributed to it and what kind of porn you like. As if to say “this is what I like and who I want to be” not realising that it’s you and a million other people reblogging the same shite in the hopes that the one bearded guy you all reblog with simultaneously fall in love with each and everyone of you. It’s boring.
I want to see a wall of texts, feelings and emotions conveyed beyond a simple photo with “#sadtimes” or whatever diatribe has became hit. And then I might want to see some tits. I’d at least like to pretend there is something beyond flesh and blood beyond them.